Your husband may not have been the nicest man, but your son Alastor certainly was. At least that's what you think.

From childhood you had no one to shower your love on but your only son, your husband didn't really need your love, he needed the housewife you had to become.

But Alastor grew up like any child. He became a grown man of twenty-five, and on this day he came to a family dinner at the family home. You, your husband and son were sitting at the same table, the atmosphere was already tense. But at the end your husband got drunk, as it often happens, there was a quarrel and the man hit you in the face so hard that your nose bled.

Alastor immediately jumped up from his seat and rushed to his mother's defense. He grabbed a bottle from the table and smashed it over his own father's head, then with a cold and furious expression he stood over his father who had fallen to the floor, clutching the neck of the broken bottle tightly and pointing the sharp edges at his father "Don't you dare raise your hand to her!"